Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from New Zealand and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ronnie Foster to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
T.S.O.L.,
Piero Umiliani,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
The American Breed,
F. McDonald,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moody Blues,
Bad Manners,
Newcleus,
Surgeon,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hoover,
Joey Negro,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dark Day,
ABC,
Sugar Minott,
The Fortunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alphaville,
Ultra Naté,
LL Cool J,
Adolescents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Raincoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Mark Hollis,
Niagra,
New Order,
Half Japanese,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yazoo,
The Moleskins,
the Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Circle Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Hill,
The Grass Roots,
Glenn Branca,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Icehouse,
Clear Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
Audionom,
Goldenarms,
Desert Stars,
Ultravox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Albert Ayler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mo-Dettes,
the Slits,
Severed Heads,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.